Friday I'm in love,
Tuesday
im in dread,
wednsay
dont even say,
thursay
is another day,
Saturday
why,
sunday,
go away.
today is just a cloud, a smoggy
OC
blue bird in the dust.
I touch the shoulder,
so many dead people that I could cry. another neck to weep on, another back to caress, another
cheek to kiss,
another hand to hold---
we walk back to the hill.
dawn in the early hours.
my first kiss, your big green eyes, in the stars, I hold you tight and the sun smiles.
I walk back so happy,
and the car coughs, and the house just laughs. I want to be somewhere else. I want to be
where the leaves don't turn brown,
in the ashen fall.
behind the gray fog, where love isn't just a meme, where love isn't just a word,
a word for shmucks. I want to feel again. feel your heartbeat;
but for now I count to ten and there's no-one to blame.
back to the street clogged adolescent suburbia. buy what you can, fill what can't be filled,
you are
still here
here
here beyond words in the lonely wood
